Arthur, hands on his hips, exhaled angrily.

He was going to kill that blasted manservant… He didn't know why he brought him on hunting trips anyways.

The prince glared at the place where Merlin sat, cross-legged, with the furry trembling thing clutched to his chest.

Rolling his eyes, Arthur insisted, "Really, Merlin—it's just a rabbit."

Merlin said nothing, just continued glowering as though he'd murdered his family in cold blood. Arthur clenched his jaw as Merlin stroked the thing's ears and mumbled.

"It's okay, little guy. I won't let the big mean prat hurt you."

Arthur massaged his forehead.